“At the same time,” I said.
“Indeed.”
Aflora shivered. “I… I don’t…”
“No choosing, remember?” I skimmed my teeth along her lower lip, then bit down gently. “You’ll take us and accept us. As one.”
She inhaled heavily, her cheeks turning an adorable pink shade.
Zakkai’s palm left her breast to explore downward to the sweet apex between her thighs. His growl of approval told me what I already knew.
“You’re soaked,” he whispered, his finger gliding through her folds to pierce her deep. “You want us inside you, don’t you, little star? All that power turned you on just like it did to us. And now you want to expel some of that residual energy by taking us into this sweet pussy and screaming out our names.”
I’d done this once before with Kols, but never with Aflora.
Her eyes widened at what Zakkai implied, her mind whirring with impossibilities. I silenced her with a kiss while he stroked her below, his arm brushing my abdomen as he taunted her lower half. She gasped as his teeth pierced her neck, his throat working to draw her essence from her vein.
I speared her mouth with my tongue, distracting her while he lit her internal fuse with his vampiric kiss and clever touch.
She moaned, shivering between us as he drew her closer to a climax. It would take some of the tension out of her body, making her more pliant as we prepared her.
I let go of her hip and drew my touch upward to her protruding nipple. She released a breathy sound as I pinched the hard peak, massaging it in time with Zakkai’s ministrations below.
He released her neck, his gaze flashing to mine. I took over his bite, sinking my teeth into the same grooves he’d created, providing Aflora a demonstration on how we intended to share her as equals.
She belonged to us just as much as we belonged to her.
Zakkai threaded the fingers of his free hand through her thick hair and guided her head to the side and slightly up so he could kiss her. It exposed her neck to me even more, the column of her throat stretched to accommodate us both. Just like we would soon do to her tight little body.
Aflora canted her hips into Zakkai’s touch, her skin fevered with arousal as she strove to find her release. Zeph, she whispered. Zeph, please…
I grinned against her neck, enjoying that it was my permission she sought while Zakkai penetrated her.
Then he pinched her clit, causing her mind to fracture as she came undone beneath his command, not mine.
He didn’t look at me while he did it, but I sensed his pride nonetheless.
She was his, too.
And if he wanted her to come, she would. With, or without my permission.
I fought the urge to growl in response and instead focused on Aflora’s euphoric blood. I could taste her orgasm in her essence, her excitement an aphrodisiac to my senses and drowning me in her heady scent.
Her fingertips remained against the back of my neck, her nails digging into my skin as she writhed in pleasure.
Then Zakkai added more pressure and she stilled.
“You can take it,” I said against her neck. “Just relax and let us guide you.” It was an act I always assumed would be shared with Kols first. But the significance of this with Zakkai wasn’t lost on me.
Aflora needed this.
Our circle needed it.
Because it would join him and I in a way we couldn’t undo, while also showing Aflora what she meant to us. This wasn’t just about sharing, but about teaching her what we were prepared to sacrifice for her.
Zakkai wasn’t the type to share.
And I wasn’t the type to bend.